{"id":100606,"date":"2021-06-27T03:23:38","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T07:23:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100606"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:03:25","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:03:25","slug":"self-potrait-hour-19-text-poetry-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/self-potrait-hour-19-text-poetry-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"Self -portrait hour 19, text poetry prompt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s dead grass growing all over my body as i annihilate another day in the shower, the water<\/p>\n<p>Drips off my chin into the\u00a0<em>rotis<\/em> i make. I think of myself as a shop owner, a service provider to a variety of people in need. Paid in love and pain,<\/p>\n<p>I wait at the doorstep as my son crosses over into his realm, not looking back. That is what i want.There is no difference in memory and reality as<\/p>\n<p>I had cooled off my ambitions and dived into the tumultuous tornado of desire. It surged me up, bolstered me into a new galaxy of dreams while<\/p>\n<p>I tasted the valour of petty nomadic lives. Now, i cool off in the summer breeze as my limbs soak in the vitamins of life, spread across writing \u00a0groups and magazines\u00a0 while<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">My country lives in a tumultuous moment of despair. I no longer belong to a place. And yet i have my roots . Much like the trees in the rainforests- they jump up towards the sky, soaring, and yet, grounded by destiny and a pure play of chromosonal fate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s dead grass growing all over my body as i annihilate another day in the shower, the water Drips off my chin into the\u00a0rotis i make. I think of myself as a shop owner, a service provider to a variety of people in need. Paid&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1213,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[4725,4217,4531],"class_list":["post-100606","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2021hour19","tag-2021marathonpoem","tag-poetryprompt"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100606","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1213"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100606"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100606\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102699,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100606\/revisions\/102699"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100606"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100606"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100606"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}